[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became weird.Ace asked his own question out of curiosity and confusion, but Claude felt that there was no way to answer this question-necrophilia! ?What the hell is that!

He stared at Ace in silence, emotion roiling in his calm, piercing blue eyes.However, Ace made up his mind to play "the scumbag who used his adopted son to the end" to the end, vowing not to keep Claude silent, and asked: "Do you really have such a cute quirk?"

Claude: "..." Cute! ?

"You know, as a doctor, even though he is a doctor favored by God," Ace said in a creepy tone of admiration, "I have studied death quite well, and I have always been interested. I No one knows better than me how outstanding your adopted son is. If that's the case, I don't care about it when I'm alive, so why should I hand him over after death?"

"..." Claude was silent for a few breaths before slowly saying, "You are blaspheming, Doctor George."

Ace let out a strange low laugh: "God rescued me from the sea of ​​fire and gave me such a miraculous ability, he gave me innocence. Whether it's dissection, or caressing..." His voice was drawn out, Intentionally creating a charming tone, he saw the suppressed flames in Claude's eyes with satisfaction, "...God has already acquiesced. Since the gods failed to sanction, how can the people on the earth condemn me?"

"You're making unreasonable words," Claude said coldly, "Who can prove the existence of gods?"

"Aren't you the best proof, Priest?"

Claude was shocked by his gaffe.However, for the past few days, he has been restless, and such a gaffe can only be said to be inevitable.He took a step back, as if to leave the atmosphere created by Ace, and his expression regained his previous composure.

"Indeed, you can express your own opinion. But I have only one purpose in coming here today."

"So now it seems that we can't reach an agreement." Ace pretended to be regretful.

Claude stared at him closely: "But other than that...do you have any other needs?"

Ace raised his eyebrows: "Other...needs?"

"You are a doctor, and you have enough opportunities to touch various corpses; but for me, there is only one opportunity." Claude said softly, "I have shown you my sincerity... I need Esmeralda. And I'd give anything to get him."

Ace dragged his tone: "Oh?"

Claude seems to have a special obsession with this name... It's really puzzling.If he really hates himself that much, the name is just a code name. It doesn't matter whether Ace is called "Esmeraldo" or "Esmeralda", because in Claude's eyes, this only It would be just a throw-away name for the dead.However, since he abandoned the emerald until now, knowing that he is a genuine male, Claude's title has never changed.Esmeralda... Emerald... What special meaning does the name have for him?

"Any price." Claude repeated, softly, "but if even so, you are not tempted at all, then I have no choice but to give up cooperating with you. After all, there are many ways to get a corpse, And you are just the most convenient one."

"However, you are also the most convenient one after all." He repeated again: "Any price-are you really unmoved?"

Ace stared at him, and suddenly laughed: "...You seem to have persuaded me, priest. Under such conditions, how could I not be tempted? Since it is at any price..." His voice became blurred , ambiguously, "Presumably, you have already counted yourself?"

Claude frowned slightly: "Doctor?"

"I need to see sincerity," Ace said coldly, curling his fingers, and knocked on the table, "and I always think that verbal guarantees are useless. In order to prove your sincerity, shouldn't you do something What, Priest? Or are you just fooling me for the ignorant townsfolk?"

"I thought I'd made it quite obvious." Claude said dangerously, with a stern look in his deep eyes, "How else do you need me to show it?"

"Performance, Priest." Ace smiled and said casually, "After all, you have a request from me——how much you can do for this request, show me how much you can do. For example—— Will you, for the cold body of my poor dead adopted son, give me a lingering kiss?"

In an instant, Claude's pupils tightened.The atmosphere became silent again, but Ace was not in a hurry, curling his fingers and tapping on the table lightly.

He was really curious about how much Claude would pay for his "corpse".

Claude's eyes are no longer clear, like an enraged poisonous snake, choosing to eat someone.His breathing has always been regular and shallow, and now it is almost non-existent.The voice also changed from cold and clear to a soft and sweet whisper.

"You should know what you're talking about... I'm a priest."

"A priest coveting a corpse." Ace sneered.

"Surprise me." Claude murmured softly, "This is incredible...but you dare to make such a request?"

Ace leaned back on the chair confidently: "Why don't I dare to make such a request?"

With a sneer on Claude's lips, he walked forward slowly: "You don't worry at all, I will recognize your identity when you kiss? It's amazing...My, Esmeralda. "

Ace: "..."

Creation|Shishen's big|legs!How did he find out! !

Once he confirmed his guess, Claude would never doubt his correctness again.Ace's silence and surprise unintentionally confirmed this correctness.He walked up to Ace slowly, pressed his pale and slender fingers on the table, and bent slightly.The blond hair that was as bright as the sun flowed down from the shoulders, and it was so beautiful that it dazzled the eyes.

"It's really surprising...while all of us are paying attention to your body, you are sitting right in front of me." His voice was as low as a whisper, and he raised his hand to take off Ace's hood.

The upper half of the face and thick black hair, not covered by the bandages, were exposed.Ace raised his eyes and noticed that Claude's hand was undoing the slipknot on the bandage and winding it down round and round.

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

Now that his identity has been exposed, there is no point in acting any longer.Besides, Ace has already regarded Claude as his own pocket. Whether it is the identity of Dr. George or his special ability that is very different from the people in this world, it will be a matter of time before Claude finds out, and he is not worried about Claude. What changes will Lord cause to his plan.

However, he waited for a long time, but Claude just untied it from the chin to the neckline, from the fingers to the forearm, and the bandages were wrapped around his hands, and soon became a roll.He didn't ask that question the whole time, like he didn't care at all about how Ace came back to life.

Ace: "..."

Could it be that he is not curious at all! ?

Claude seemed genuinely not at all curious.He put the removed bandages on the table, pulled out the chair and sat down, with an ordinary expression as if the two were ordinary friends: "What plan do you have?"

It's really elusive... A small flame burned in Ace's heart again.His voice returned to normal, and he said lazily: "For the time being, you don't need to know. But what about you? What are your plans?"

Claude said coldly: "Thanks to you, I changed my plan."

"If your wishes go against mine, it will only prove you are wrong." Ace said with a half-smile, "Do you want to try?"

Claude looked at him, and the coldness in his blue eyes gradually faded, replaced by complex and fiery emotions.

"If so, I will prove that I am right." He lowered his voice, "But, at least for now, our wishes are the same..."

Ace suddenly grabbed his neck, clasped his head with his palm, and kissed him forcefully and roughly.Claude's palm immediately fell on the side of his neck, and the cold temperature was close to the beating pulse.Thoughts collided with each other, intertwined and intertwined to produce star-pointed flames.Immediately, the flame sneaked into the blood vessels, burning the blood vessels, and the cold wind came, but fueled its arrogance... The water was like oil, and the blood was like magma, ignited with the same intensity.Tables and chairs collided, bottles and cans were broken, and fabrics were torn... A dagger was silently pressed against his back.

Ace stopped moving.

"In order to be safe, you don't think I'm the only one here, doctor?" Claude's voice was hoarse, his lips were bright red, and there was still a moist luster that did not fade, but the words he confided were extremely cold, "I I think you would be very happy to know him, to know the man whose fate has been exchanged with yours... Come on, Quasimodo, look at this man, he is the one who made your mother willingly make a devil｜deal with me People are your real brothers in another sense."

The tip of the dagger was moved from the back to the neck, and the ugly bell ringer stood in front of Ace, his clear and ignorant eyes filled with love.

Ace: "..."

What's the situation! ! ! ?

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The sky has just brightened, and the sun's brilliance has not yet warmed the sky. A cold breeze is blowing through the alleys, and dew is slowly emerging on the hoarfrost-covered glass.

The Seine River has gradually become lively, and the industrious citizens have already walked out of their homes and started their leisurely or busy day.A group of strangely dressed people walked out of a deserted path and walked straight to a small boat tied to the shore.

Their attire is very strange, everyone is wearing a cloak and hood to cover their eyes; their behavior is also very strange, the person who leads the way is rugged, and the two walking side by side are holding a rope in their hands, and the rope is securely bound to another's wrist.They boarded the boat silently all the way, and the guide waved the oars, and quickly rowed the boat into the distance.

The laundry woman muttered to herself, she looked away and focused on the tub again.

The boat passed the Saint-Michel Bridge, and the corpses hanging on the high gallows were faintly discernible.Claude tightened the rope in his hand, and a sneer appeared on his lips: "How does it feel to see your dead body hanging on the gallows?"

"It's wonderful." Ace said with a pun, "Thanks to it, I can know what a wonderful thing I almost missed."

He didn't care about his current situation at all, and he even had a good-hearted smile on his face.In contrast, Claude's complexion looked a little pale.He obviously remembered what he said last night, and emotional cracks appeared on his face as cold as marble.

However, even so, he didn't ask how Ace escaped from the court, and how he found such a corpse that was completely fake.After that, Claude didn't say another word until the boat stopped by the river beach square and a group of people walked into the gate of Notre Dame.

Quasimodo was quietly looking at Ace all the way.Although he is blind in one eye and his hearing seems to be a problem, he has a very accurate grasp of Claude's attitude. He knows that Claude doesn't want him to have too much contact with Ace, but he can't help but want to pay attention Ace.

He looked back frequently along the way and thought he was doing it very covertly, but in fact it all fell into Claude's eyes.Claude looked stiff, while Ace smiled secretly from the bottom of his heart.Quasimodo was offered to the door by Claude with both hands. Ace could probably guess what the purpose was... But he probably didn't expect that instead of enmity between himself and Quasimodo, the other party was still in love with each other. It seems like you like yourself very much, right?

But this is something that Ace himself could not think of.Counting the stare at each other on the gallows, and counting the body snatching scene on the gallows, he and Quasimodo only met three times, that’s all for no reason...

His gaze met the bell ringer's right eye, and he bent his eyes in a friendly way.The face of the bell ringer suddenly glowed, and he grinned.If it weren't for Claude's presence, I'm afraid he would have to make a few gestures to express his meaning.

Claude's face was covered with frost, and as soon as he entered the gate of Notre Dame, he gestured to Quasimodo.Quasimodo immediately responded with a gesture, and at the same time issued a difficult syllable.While shaking his head, Claude ordered him something sternly. After a while, Quasimodo lowered his head in frustration and quickly disappeared from them.

The way they get along is interesting... It's not like raising a father and son at all, but like a master and an obedient dog.Ace lowered his eyes slightly, thoughtfully.Claude is an alchemist, and has the power to heal injuries... But as his adopted son, Quasimodo not only did not change his innate appearance and body shape, but became a deaf person after all... Raising his "brother" In this way, an explanation can be found, and the "adopted son" has been raised like this... What kind of mentality does Claude have?

John seems to have said that his elder brother, the archdeacon, found a "stand-in" for him... This should be the explanation Claude used to the outside world.But with Claude's malice towards John, Ace would never believe this kind of rhetoric; but if it wasn't for the substitute, why would Claude be so indifferent to Quasimodo?Could it be that... Quasimodo is actually a substitute for Emerald?

Ace couldn't help but glanced at Claude, feeling complicated.If Claude regards Quasimodo as his substitute, all this can be explained... But what kind of resentment is it that makes him still treat the original owner unabated after torturing the substitute for more than ten years? hate?

Claude noticed his gaze, and his two perfectly shaped eyebrows frowned slightly: "What are you looking at?"

"Beautiful scenery." Ace thought about it, while still not forgetting to say, "It's really worthy of being admired... huh!"

He wrinkled his eyebrows painfully, and Claude was slowly withdrawing his fist: "I won't mind making you one of the most beautiful scenery in the sculptures of Notre Dame, Esmeralda."

"Even if you call me by a feminine name, I won't be a woman." Ace straightened his back, his magic power flowing in the place where he was hit hard, "But I'm curious, why did you bring me here ..."

Claude seemed to have thought of something, and his mood seemed much better: "Because I don't trust your companion, the Egyptian. Even if a fake corpse can be fooled for a while, how long can it really deceive others? You can't always Hidden in the dark, not showing your true colors. If the Inquisition learned that you were alive, from Egyptians, beggars, or other sources, both the cardinal and the king of France would be very angry about it. "

Ace shrugged, "So what?"

"They will try to take you back and execute you again." Claude said coldly, "And you should be very clear now that I don't want you to die..."

There was a smile on Ace's lips, and he stared deeply at him: "Even if it is death, how could I leave you?"

"..." Claude was silent for a moment, and continued, "...So, for your safety, I ask you to stay in Notre Dame for the time being."

"What is the allusion to this?"

"Temple refuge." Claude said lightly, his ice blue eyes finally met Ace's for a moment, "As long as you step into such a refuge, no one will be able to break in and punish you... And in the name of the abbot of Notre-Dame, I open to you this refuge."

...Does this actually mean to protect yourself?

Ace looked weird.He didn't believe that Claude could have such kindness... If he wanted to protect himself, why did he tie his hands and bring him here?There must be something strange in this...

He tried to find some clues from the previous confrontation between the two, and stepped back: "What if I don't need your protection?"

Claude's eyes fell on his feet: "As long as you step out of the gate of Notre Dame, I will let you need this kind of shelter."

Ace: "..." It's so challenging that the future partner is so cruel!

He had no choice but to take his steps back and raised his bound hands: "Okay, I agree to stay here, but you have to untie the rope for me first."

Claude suddenly let out a chuckle of unknown meaning: "No rush."

Quasimodo, who had just disappeared, reappeared from some corner, holding a set of pure white dresses in his hands.

"Before you untie the rope, I want you to change into this first." Claude shook off the skirt that was obviously tailor-made for Ace, the corners of his cold and thin lips curled up slightly, "This is the refuge of the temple." The rules... What do you think?"

"..." The rules are with you｜Grand｜Grandpa! !

Ace stared at the beautifully cut woman's clothes, and for the first time in his life, he had the urge to use the Eye of Horus to go back to the previous hour - if he had known this would happen, he would never have let K Lord restrained himself and followed him to Notre Dame! !

... Is it too late to step out of the gate of Notre Dame now! ! ?